The bamboo rice was ready first.
When Mo Shangjun called Mu Qixuan over to eat the bamboo rice, Mu Qixuan had just finished setting up her tent.
Thinking that there was no rush for his own, he went over.
The freshly cooked bamboo rice, split open with a military knife along the bamboo, exposed its aromatic and appetizing contents after removing part of the obstruction.
The sky gradually darkened, and the firelight grew brighter.
While Mo Shangjun was splitting the bamboo, Mu Qixuan had found some twigs, whittled them into the shape of chopsticks, washed them by the creek, and upon returning, Mo Shangjun had also finished preparations. They sat down and began to eat immediately.
The bamboo rice contained cured meat and was topped with a sprinkle of chopped green onion, creating a sharp contrast of colors. The scent of bamboo mingled with the aroma of rice and spread through the night air.
It really felt like a spring outing.
"Are there bamboo shoots nearby?"
